Today I tried to answer the question- Who is the Bancroft Miniaturist?
In my Sister’s mostly
bare and very dark house
is a room
that nobody is allowed to go into
and in that room
are shelves and shelves of glass lined cases.
In the cases
my Sister says
are bits of magic
held in delicate hand carved figures
that no one is allowed to touch
and they most certainly are not that for anyone to see.
Then what’s the point in having them
I asked, for the billionth time.
My Sister said
to me one day,
” Fine go ahead, go on in and touch what you want and see what
She pushed the door open and took my arm
and before she could push through I stepped back.
I heard what was in there
and what I heard was pleading and a little screaming too.
The voices sounded far away but they were coming from the shelves
and what they were saying was:
” I have eyes. I can’t see, why can’t I see anything? ”
My sister put her lips close to my ear and said,
” It’s because their eyes are ornamental. ”
I left my sister to her dark and mostly
and the magic she trapped
in glass cases
that nobody is allowed to touch or see.
Inspired By The Bancroft Miniaturist